Exercise №24 - "Fog"

I have passed some thousand kilometres and have been absolutely exhausted by road, coming back home on the car from a long trip.

Early in the morning I went on absolutely deserted district where was not neither settlements, nor cars, only the steppe, bushes and trees are lengthways expensive.

Cold morning air was condensed over not cooled down earth in

Small droplets of water.

Low over the earth, over road it was spread and crept not so dense, but

Any strange fog.

It was as though live.

Sometimes I drove by the car to a fog strip on road, and in those places where it was leaky, road it was visible, but in soul the inexplicable fear and uncertainty crept.

And sometimes almost it was visible nothing except a dairy fog.

And consequently it was necessary to strain eyes, to strain a neck, extending it

Forward, feeling pressure and accruing uncertainty.

In what there was an uncertainty difficultly to describe because to me and most it is not clear till now.

I continued to go, as much as possible having lowered speed, tensely peering into road.

The Fog continued to accompany me.

It was everywhere: behind me, there, where I went, ahead.

The fog filtered through cracks in car windows, crept in a cabin through ventilation.

It has been perceived, and it seemed, that it cautiously concerns hands and the person.

Here it already blurs on a cabin, I all feel it hardly sweetish taste more distinctly.

Also I start to feel as it shrouds me, gets into lungs, fills ears silent persuasive шепотком, calming, lulling.

He regrets me because I very tired and require rest, persuades to close eyes, to have a rest, a sleep.

Also it becomes a little horrible, when you understand, that around on many kilometres anybody is not present, only you and a fog.

Also there are somewhere very far people who wait for you, but here only the strange fog getting everywhere.

the Fog creeps in in soul the tender speeches, lulling шепотком.

The Fog behind windows, a fog in the car, a fog in a head and thoughts.

Also you understand, that you here one struggle with a fog and with a dream which overcomes you more and more.

You move ahead through a fog, breaking off its shaggy edges, having compressed to a pain a steering wheel, seeing the fingers which have turned white from pressure.

And you are filled with silent fear which holds down movements, holds down thoughts.

The fog whispers in the ear: « you are very tired, you wish to sleep, close eyes, fall asleep ».

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